Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Filled picture frames and writing gamesthe lists of wants always outweigh everything placed all togetheryour doubts consume my time in my life with you

Pity spits in the facesof self loathing creationsjust smile and carry on with the daily grindbecause recognizingwhat you won't findwill come at such a late timeto act when what you didn't realize this all was amiss

Melancholy babywith sugar-free shinedon't mind it, don't take the timeenriching the way we like to say helloplay favoritefor all of my trying

In my eyes, they can’t see itThese eyes stare foreverUp and down sewn all aroundHis face in front of meHer face behind what I seeThe picture of red shoes from himNow haunt and covet by whimThe damned shadows past follow